Friday, January 18, 2013

Time

Yep. Timing is a bitch, baby..

Duh, gue merasa otak yang berusia 24 tahun 13 hari ini semakin tumpul. Pekerjaan di kantor sedang kelewat santai. Pengen banget bisa aktif nulis lagi tapi semakin ke sini kok berasa semakin gak punya kemampuan untuk menulis ya?

This is my first post in 2013 and please allow me to say Happy New Year!!

Pagi ini (17/1/13) kondisi Jakarta terpantau basah. Hujan besar sejak semalam belum berhenti hingga detik tulisan ini gue bikin (8.14am). Di twitter, udah banyak laporan banjir di berbagai area dan gue pun jadi malas untuk pergi ke kantor.

Saat ini tepat pukul 1.38pm dan gue masih duduk cantik bersama marco di kamar. Marco is the name of my laptop btw..
Awalnya mencoba untuk nyelesain kerjaan tapi oh tapi sepertinya alam ingin gue melakukan hal lain. Gue selalu menyebut ini dengan konspirasi alam. Ya, mendadak saat pekerjaan sudah hampir selesai, marco hang. Anehnya, khusus bagian yang ada kerjaan gue doang. Lalu gue mencoba lagi log in beberapa jam kemudian, tak disangka tak dinyana...server website down. Alhasil, beginilah gue sekarang. Mencoba menulis di blog kesayangan sambil menyusun playlist baru di ipod yang gue beri judul "ost of life" pas dilihat ulang kok ngenes bener ya lagu-lagu yang gue masukin?
          
playlist galau
I wonder, emang hidup gue segitu miserable dan segitu ngegalaunya ya? ckckckc...

Back to topic. semakin kesini, semakin gue merasa waktu itu sesuatu yang rumit. Waktu dan takdir itu sama-sama suka mempermainkan manusia ya. Nah, sekarang gue sedang dihadapkan pada masalah yang lumayan gede. I have to make decision and it's not the easy one cause it affects my future..Tapi, gara-gara 'waktu' gue semakin sulit untuk membuat keputusan. Oh dear time, please please stop playing with me...please be my friend..

Cheers,

NS- xx

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

From Twitter..

Dari Twitter mba @djenarmaesaayu 4 days ago:

"Ada pertemuan yang harus terjadi untuk menyatukan. Ada juga pertemuan yang harus terjadi agar kita belajar memaknai perpisahan"

THAT WAS SUCH A BRILLIANT QUOTE!

xx
NS

Wednesday, September 05, 2012

Shall we?

September 2012

Shall we move this conversation to coffee table?

Thursday, June 07, 2012

Same Place, Different Feeling

My Thursday is no longer the same. Remember when I wrote a post about middle moment about Thursday here? I don't have it anymore.

They stole my middle moment. Here I write a post using the same laptop, in the same table, same chair, same office. But somehow, it feels really really different...

Maybe because the one who sit on my right side is no longer kak Dinda and the one who sit on my left side is no longer Dili. No more 2.47pm dirty talk, no more laugh, no more McDonald's delivery for crunchy (gosh, I am in tears when I write this...)

Well, I have deal with so many 'goodbyes' and 'farewell' but this changes is just happen too fast for me. I always think that I am a strong person, I can live alone anywhere as long as it's clean tho :P
However, I never have this kind of feeling before. I feel like the world is spinning but I keep on stand still. I feel like everyone is changing but I am not. Everyone move forward but I keep on silence watching them grow up.

I need to move on and let go the past. Unfortunately, I am not the kind of person that forget easily. I remember every memory, every moment, every laugh, every tears, every sweat..(OK, mulai lebay).. I remember everything that really enjoyed me in the past.
out-of-meeting-madness

out-of-meeting-madness
We are the LFC Academy girls that night..

First week of work as a Team
Friday Training

 I miss those moments. I miss a feeling called 'TEAM'.

smile

That was one of my really precious moments and feelings. Today, I realize, my heart and feelings about the past is like this building, it won't change although the people changes. I think I still live in the past, that is why my feeling in present is different although I sit in the same place..

Good luck and best wishes for my right and left side, Ms. A and Ms. Dils...
XOXO- NS